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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Guest Today: Chris Redding

I'm glad to be able to host Chris Redding today! Chris discovered at age ten she had a knack for
storytelling. Ever since, she has wanted to be a published author. She lives in
New Jersey with her family and animals. When she isn't writing she works part
time for her local hospital.

Chris is the author of the hot mystery, BLONDE DEMOLITION, a mystery thriller with romance. You're in for a treat--an excerpt from the novel. Here's a bit about it:

Mallory Sage lives in
a small, idyllic town where nothing ever happens. Just the kind of life she has
always wanted. No one, not even her fellow volunteer firefighters, knows about
her past life as an agent for Homeland Security.

Former partner and
lover, Trey McCrane, comes back into Mallory's life. He believes they made a
great team once, and that they can do so again. Besides, they don't have much
choice. Paul Stanley, a twisted killer and
their old nemesis, is back.

Framed for a bombing
and drawn together by necessity, Mallory and Trey go on the run and must learn
to trust each other again―if they hope to survive. But Mallory has been hiding
another secret, one that could destroy their relationship. And time is running
out.

Here's an excerpt from the novel:

She slammed her hand on the table.
Her beer wobbled. She caught it. "You are not seducing me back into this
life."

He shifted away from her, his arms
crossed. His expression didn't change. He hadn't even flinched at her outburst.
Not even at her use of the word seduce,
which she knew any shrink would have a field day with.

Had he predicted what she would do?

When they had worked together, he'd
known before she did that she had to pee. She'd never met anyone so in tune
with her. Maybe she never wanted to have anyone know her that way again.

"I'm different now. I have
this great life." Her finger stabbed the air, punctuated every word. "You
cannot take that away from me."

"I'm not taking away anything.
I'm giving you something. I'm giving you back the ability to make a difference."

She stalked away from him. "You
think I don't make a difference? What about the family whose house didn't burn
down because I was here?"

"You can prevent many more
houses from not burning down with us."

She shook her head. "It isn't
the same."

He would not pull her strings. He
would appeal to her sense of honor and her strong desire to help people. He
knew all the cards she held and how to play them to his advantage.